Arnold Cunningham Novels & Stories

Grandmother says. What the hell? That last name disappeared once the one son died when he was 16. Auntie says that Arthur has proof that there is a full Morrisfield alive and that he is the only one that has rights to all the businesses, property, and any investments. I don’t know what to say. I have no idea how this could be possible. Bennet asks how this could be, and grandmother says that all she can guess is that the son that supposedly died didn’t. “You think he faked his own death?” Bennet asks.

"Shut up, si, puttana?" I nodded, falling silent, before the ping sound of Candy Crush reverberated through the car. "Hey, Alessandro?" I asked nervously. It wasn't my fault I was suddenly talkative, okay? I wanted to bite my tongue off, but I just couldn’t shut up for some reason. "What level are you on?" The other man chuckled deeply at that. "Oh, I hope Don keeps her. She's fun." "Who's Don?" I asked. "Seven eighty-three." Alessandro said.

His eyes are dancing with flames and daring him to ask again. "Mr. Brown is too distant, we are close friends Alex. You can call me Arnold you know," Arnold chuckles, but there’s no humor in it. His eyes stay on Alex, hard with challenge, waiting to see if he’ll crack. Arnold looks like he's in his late forties with too much gel in his hair. It's unsettling. “I don’t know,” Arnold muses, swirling the whiskey in his glass. “You never used to mind sharing before.”

McKinnon's terms, but before he can utter another word, he's rudely interrupted once more. "I have a condition," Mr. McKinnon declares, his tone dripping with arrogance. "My son will marry your younger daughter—the one who is well-behaved, not some brat like this one." He jerks his thumb in my direction, and a sickening feeling twists in my stomach at his words.

Annalise is 21 and in college with her two best friends and her sister. She is starting her last year off on a good start. She is one grade ahead of her average age. She is studying art and wants to be the best she can be. She is assigned a partner for her last big assignment, Theo Hyde. He is the guy she has had a crush on for years, but he is also her best friend's ex-boyfriend. She tries to focus on the project, but her feelings keep getting in the way.

I am going to have a very interesting academic year, and even though I may not be in the Cheerleading team, but I am interested in Damian Anderson. Call it lust, call it to crush or love at first sight. One thing is certain I know he is that fire that I will gladly burn-in.

Then when she agrees I will kill her in front of her brother. “ Here he is sir” the door flung open and the boney boy wearing dirty ragged looking clothes stepped into the room with his head down. His red hair is a mess and you can smell his rotting clothes and bad breath miles away. “ Hmmm, I have a very important role for you.” I grinned sitting on the desk “ what is that?” He mumbled coughing up whatever gross disease he’s managed to catch in the cellar

The silver wasn’t just physical; it was laced into the spell itself, tainting her core. Then the door creaked open, and heavy footsteps echoed across the floor. Serena raised her head slowly, her eyes narrowing at the tall figure entering the chamber. Maeron. The very name sent a shiver down her spine. He was impossibly handsome, in a way that was otherworldly and terrifying. Long dark hair fell over his shoulders, his features sharp and regal—too perfect to be mortal. His eyes, a swirling mix of black and sea-green, held an unnatural gleam, as if the ocean itself whispered secrets within them. His long robe shimmered with a magic she didn’t recognize, embroidered with sigils and runes from

I wondered what they were discussing but I knew I was the subject of the discussion as occasionally, Harrison would look my way, confirming my suspicions. After their conversation concluded, Harrison made his way back to me, a smile playing on his lips, his hands hidden behind his back. As he drew closer, he clasped my hand in his own. "Come with me," he directed, and I complied, briefly casting a glance toward Zaine. He led me a short distance away before coming to a halt, positioning himself before me. "Aurora, you are truly fortunate, and your beauty is exceptional," Harrison began. "Thank goodness for Zaine. He holds considerable wealth and is a friend of the Alpha himself," he added, pr

We said goodbye and I headed to the address Nick had texted me. As I walked into the shop a friendly gentleman greeted me. “Miss Clarke, Mr. Thorn said to expect you.” “He did,” I sounded surprised. “I have the bottles ready for you.” We walked over to the counter, and he showed me the bottles. First was Chateau Montelena chardonnay and the second was a bottle of Macallan 18-year-old double cask whiskey. I nodded, not having a clue. I watched as he boxed the bottles up and placed a gift ribbon around each of them.